#this is from last week I'm a liar and a thief

[ihaznoclue]

Liar...

Pairing -> Von Lycaon x Reader

Warning -> swearing (like only one word Lmao) | Stealing | Abandonment Issues | Death mentioned | Spoilers of chapter 3 (even though I'm not up to that part) | Slightly OOC

Note -> I thought of this idea myself and wanted to write it, also this is like a crossover with ZZZ and Arcane

Summary -> You were close friends with Lyacon when you were younger, but after he vanished without saying anything, you believed he had passed away. Nevertheless, you two eventually crossed paths again

Genre -> Angst (who doesn’t love angst I do! 🙋 even though I'm writing an angst fic Hehehe >:) )

I'm just going to call the vampire dude - Vlad 'Great ruler'

The 'thief in the moonlight' was a title you went by, and you took pride in it to convince your friends that you deserved that title.

You guys were inseparable. Lycaon and Vlad gave you the vibe of siblings rivalry, always fighting.'

Vlad always made Lycaon say his lines as you didn't do anything but do your own thing, by stealing at night so no-one could see your face. You were quite happy to do this job.

Nevertheless, things get worse. Since Lycaon hasn't returned from his mission, it's possible that something bad happened to him. You were growing concerned, Lycaon was nowhere to be found or heard in hours into the night.

"Vlad, it has been hours since Lycaon left. What if something were to happen to him?" Vlad appeared to be somewhat at ease and not bothered at all , but you were worried.

You heard Vlad sigh, "Maybe something did happen to him, but we can't let that set us back on our jobs. Can we now?" Vlad spoke. You were set aside from his words but you couldn't argue as you sighed "Yes Sir" You bowed your head in apology.

That was the day that you thought that Lycaon has died..

Its been years now, you've grown and changed, you've grown out your hair quite a lot to the point you had to braid it. You also got some tattoos for yourself because why not.

You been with Vlad for years now, never leaving his side, it was like he adopted you. But Vlad would be irritated by your actions sometimes but he can't do anything about it can he?

You been seeming to wonder off on your own since well you can and there is no-one to tell you off, since your parents died from ethereals when they went into the hollow when you were 6 years old.

Now you've become stronger, more mindful of your own freedom.

Rumors were spreading fast about the 'thief in the moonlight', You were quite happy about the rumors that have been spreading throughout New Eridu about you, you have always desired fame. A well-known figure who the public knows from your 'amazing' deeds.

It was quite interesting of how 'famous' you've become in a new place called New Eridu.

But everything goes to shit in one day.. You were minding your own business in Vlad's hideout, but you had a hideout of your own.

Markings everywhere, swinging lights hanging from above, below with a deep hole with you loved to throw your created explosives down there and watch the fire roar up to the surface.

Your own little experiment table as you love to experiment new things that you stole, seeing if it was worthy of showing Vlad or not or just simply turn it into something more valuable. You wanted to impress him as much as possible.

You were now hiding on top of the roof in Vlad's office, you loved to stay up there without anyone knowing except for Vlad. He was sitting on his chair near his desk as he minded his own business.

You were swinging your legs back and forth as you became bored. Bored out of your mind, you did many experiments already and you had nothing else to do

"Vlad" You spoke, Vlad looked up at you with his fiery red eyes. "Yes dear?" He asked

"Can I do something? Rather than staying here doing nothing" You stated, Vlad smiled with his fangs. "Of course dear, Just don't cause any more trouble" He noted, the last time you messed up his plans was last week when you 'accidently' exploded a part of the New Eridu city, you didn't mean to, you just left your shark looked dynamite there that's all.

"Yeah, Yeah I won't" You bragged, you got off on the roof, landing in front of his desk. "I won't cause any messes" You smiled innocently

Vlad nodded you off, you knew he needed his space to do his work so you left without any seconds. You went back to your hideout as you grabbed a few things and a few of your explosives just for emergencies as well as your experiments and a bag to collect things.

It was almost night, you decided to go to the ballet twins building since there was so many goods in there as well as a hollow, you wanted to have some fun.

You chose a perfect time to go in, 9:30pm. Another 30 minutes as you'll sneak right in, you tried to hide from people. You didn't want to get caught now did you?

You waited and waited until it was time to shine and show your skills. You climbed up where you have found a window to break through, this was going to be perfect.

But...

The problem was, you didn't know what lurks in that building this evening. You jumped through the window and landed on the surface below you.

While you were sneaking inside you could hear some voice, so you followed to see that their were guards, holding a girl captive. She had pink hair as her mouth was covered making her voice muffled up.

It wasn't your problem but you wanted to have a little bit of fun with these people.

Meanwhile... with the cunning hares

"We're here"

"The ballet twins.."

"Ooo~ Impressive"

The figures continued to walk around, Billy and Nekomata seeming to be cold form the fog

"Urgh, this place is cold, huh?"

"Yeah... It may look all glitzy, but something doesn't feel right.." Nekomata tried to grab Billy's jacket but then went to Anby instead

"Hm, be careful everyone. There's thick fog in here - it may hold danger"

There was a noise, it was the bangboo sculpture that fell down making everyone go into fight or flight mode

Billy nervously chuckled

"Phew, that almost made me jump, ha.. haha"

The talking scarf bangboo sighed

"I don't think we should stick around here, let's hurry up and find her"

They all went to find the girl

Nekomata stretched

"Phew, we did it"

"Anby, what you felt, that was the ethereals right!?"

"Hmm.. Not sure. Was it?"

"So Manager, where should we go from here?"

"Hang on, Let me check.." The bangboo spoke

Nekomata stretched again as she started to clean herself

behind her was red bling as it went straight towards her, but Anby with quick reflexes managed to grab her in time to pull her back

"Nekomata!"

Nekomata stumbled as she landed, sitting as she rubbed her nose

"Y-Yowsers, I thought that was gonna take my nose off!"

"Are those... scissors?" The bangboo asked

Then there was footsteps in the distance

"Who's there?" Anby was ready to fight

She walked backwards to her group, pulling out her sword half way out

The footsteps sounded closer as it stopped

"You are all very skilled. It's no wonder you are able to walk around the building unhindered - but please stop there"

The stranger adjusted his clothing

"A wolf thiren?"

"The Ballet Twins are private property and are currently closed to visitors"

He pulled out a watch form his breast pocket as he opened it

"I will allow you thirty seconds to explain your presence, Before I decided whether or not..."

"Wahh!"

A part of a round chainsaw, moving across from the ground as it landed right in front of Anby and the other who were behind her

The wolf thiren coughed

"In short, this place is not currently open to the public, and I..."

He's ear twitched as noises were heard

"I'm sure I have stressed - both the floors and one's weapon should be kept in pristine condition, have I not?"

A little girl with long green pigtails ran up

"Sorry, Mr. Lycaon, I'm really sorry.."

She grabbed her weapon that was about to fall and then bowed in apology

"Ugh.. So tired"

"Ellen, stay on task... Professionalism!"

"Tch... Coming"

Nekomata noticed something about the girl with the pigtails

"Hm? Corin? Is that you?"

"Huh? Oh, Miss Nekomata! And the investigator!"

"Corin, do you know them?"

"Yes, Mr. Lycaon! They're the nice people who helped me out of the hollow that time!"

"I see... Rina, for now, you may stand down"

"As you wish~"

Anby moved as he got her sword out

"When did you.."

"Hehe, you're quite a perceptive young lady. You almost saw me" The lady hovered away

"She means you were way off!"

"Way off! Way off!" Her bangboo ghosts teased

"If you aren't mere trespasser, that makes things easier"

"Allow me to introduce ourselves - we are Victoria Housekeeping"

Now back to you..

You were keeping an eye out if there is any more of those guards near by, you then heard explosives somewhere in the building, huh strange that wasn't you though

Meh, whatever

You walked around as you placed your shark bombs around the area where the guards are. This was going to be fun

You walked around a corner, everything was set now time to blow this joint but first you need their attention.

"H-Hello?" A little girl's voice were heard, you did this trick a couple of times and it always works, you put a voice recording in their to seem that there was a little girl somewhere.

That definitely got their attention as they dropped the pink haired girl on the floor. "Who's there?" One of the guards was looking around as he mentioned some to look around

As soon as they get close enough..

'BOOM!'

The explosives exploded, smoke was scattered everywhere. Perfect. This was going perfectly just as you imagined

'BOOM!'

A explosive was heard from near by

"W-What was that?" Corin worriedly asked, looking at the others

"I don't know but we must find out" Lycaon said, everyone started to run to the nosie

Feeling heat as they saw smoke and a little bit of fire

"What happened here?" Rina asked as she now was on her feet

"Someone must of used some kind of bomb-" The talking scarf bangboo was shocked, all of them could now hear singing

(Enjoy the music)

THIS SONG ALWAYS MAKES ME CRY BRO (My poor bbys :'( )

"That.. song.." Lycaon's eyes widen, no it couldn't be.

The smoke was now clearing out, a figure was near an edge that had a deep drop, they were holding someone by the collar, hovering them over the edge, there was also unconscious bodies on the ground

"Who's she?" Rina asked, tilting her head. Ellen spoke "That's Name, she goes by the 'thief of the moonlight' She practically steals for someone as a Job" Ellen explained

"Lycaon.." Corin worriedly ask, "Is something the matter? It seems you know this person"

"Ahem.. Nevermind that we need to do something, you girls get rain, I'll handle her."

The girls nodded as they went separate ways

Lycaon was focused on you, you haven't noticed him yet.

"Geez you're boring huh?" You spoke, hovering the guy over the edge

"No please! I'll do anything, just please don't drop me!" He begged, you smirked

"I'll ask you again, do you know anymore people in this building?" You asked, it seemed that earlier you heard something when you arrived

"No, I swear!" The guy screamed

"Tch, Liar.." You sneered, you then pushed him as he fell, "Too bad.."

You then turned around and froze, someone.. was behind you, you pulled out your gun that you had that was hanging from your leg belt then pointed it at the wolf thiren

'He looks familiar..' You thought, he looked like someone you knew

"Lycaon! We got the girl!" Some shark girl yelled, you knew that name..

Your eyes widen, shakily breathing in. Lycaon had his hands up showing that he's not armed

"L-Lycaon.." You nervously spoke, Lycaon's ears flattened as he started to slowly walk towards you, reaching his hand to lower your gun

"I- I thought" You stuttered, Lycaon smiled a little "That I was dead.. Name I'm very sorry that I left, But we are together again" Lycaon spoke softly trying to comfort you

You dropped your gun, you charged at him as you both collapsed on the ground, You were squeezing Lycaon as if he was actually dead

You started to get overwhelmed as your tears spilled out of your eyes, "I can't believe that you're here, you're actually here.." Your words were muffled by his chest

But the moment was ruined, you looked up from over his shoulder as you saw someone, black and red hair. She had a weapon, your eyes glared at her as you broke the hug

You pointed your gun at her, "Who's she?" You asked but never broke eye contact with her

"Lycaon..?" Ellen eyes widen, Lycaon was now nervous

"It's okay name, she's a work friend" Lycaon tried to calm you down, "Vlad wasn't lying.. you're with other people" You asked

"You're friend is Name?" Ellen asked, her red eyes glared as you, her weapon in hand ready to attack

"Ellen, Calm down. We can work this out" Lycaon spoke

"You're playing me aren't you?!" You were now confused and upset, you need to think

"Is this why you came? To talk this out!?" You yelled, you were now angry, you didn't know what was happening but everything was happening all at the same time

"Name, please calm down"

"Is this why you left?! To be with some other people?! And you never told me, you left without saying a word!" You cried out

You had your gun at him, Ellen didn't seem to like that as she started to charge at you, you grumbled as you took out a smoke flare

Smoke was now everywhere, Ellen was left alone without any Lycaon and you weren't seen as well

"Name.. I don't want to fight you" Lycaon was in a fighting stance, "Well It seems like you want to fight, traitor.." You glanced away

You then smirked, you pulled out a bomb as you threw it as him, but it missed as he charged at you with full force, pinning you down o the ground

"Damn it!" You were crying as you felt ashamed

"Come with me, stay with me and the others." Lycaon assumed, You looked like you were thinking about it

"I'm sorry" You muttered as you pulled out a dynamite, pulling the pin, Lycaon noticed as moved out of the way

'BOOM!'

Pink smoke was everywhere, Lycaon was coughing as he was trying to find you in this smoke, he then spotted you

He sighed as you kneeled down, you were hurt and covered in smoke, you were unconscious

"Let's get you home" Lycaon spoke gently as he picked you up, his arm under your knees as the other arm was under your back

"I'm sorry I left you, but it was for a good reason.."

Finally done! You could tell I lost motivation at the last part but meh whatever

-A<3

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

Books for Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week

🦇 It's Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week (February 18th-24th)! In an effort to #ReadQueerAllYear, here are a few books featuring aromantic characters you can add to your TBR!

💚 Little Thieves by Margaret Owen 🤍 The Bone Season - Samanta Shannon 🤍 Hullmetal Girls - Emily Skrutskie 🖤 Tarnished Are the Stars - Rosiee Thor 💚 Kaikeyi - Vaishnavi Patel 🤍 The Reckless Kind - Carly Heath 🤍 First Test - Tamora Pierce 🖤 No More Heroes - Loren Rhoads 💚 This Golden Flame - Emily Victoria 🤍 Baker Thief - Claudie Arseneault 🤍 Immoral Code - Lillian Clark 🖤 Loveless - Alice Oseman 💚 The Last 8 - Laura Pohl 🤍 The Midnight Bargain - C.L. Polk 🤍 The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy - Mackenzi Lee 🖤 Common Bonds - Claudie Arseneault, C.T. Callahan, B.R. Sanders, and RoAnna Sylver 💚 The Black Veins - Ashia Monet 🤍 Liar’s Guide to the Night Sky by Brianna Shrum 🤍 The Crow Rider - Kalyn Josephson 🖤 Summer Bird Blue - Akemi Dawn Bowman 💚 Hazel's Theory of Evolution - Lisa Jenn Bigelow 🤍 Summer of Salt - Katrina Leno 🤍 The Poppy War - R.F. Kuang 🖤 Not Even Bones - Rebecca Schaeffer 💚 Elatsoe - Darcie Little Badger 🤍 Rick - Alex Gino 🤍 Switchback by Danika Stone 🖤 Sal & Gabi Fix the Universe - Carlos Alberto Hernandez 💚 Gender Queer - Maia Kobabe 🤍 Their Troublesome Crush - Xan West 🤍 Every Bird a Prince - Jenn Reese 🖤 The Butterfly Assassin - Finn Longman 💚 Red Skies Falling - Alex London 🤍 When Villains Rise - Rebecca Schaeffer 🤍 The Bruising of Qilwa - Naseem Jamnia 🖤 Funeral Girl - Emma K. Ohland 💚 The Kindred - Alechia Dow 🤍 The Summer of Bitter and Sweet - Jen Ferguson 🤍 Dear Wendy - Ann Zhao 🖤 Tell Me How It Ends by Quinton Li 💚 This Dark Descent - Kalyn Josephson 🤍 Awakenings by Claudie Arseneault 🤍 Compound Fracture by Andrew Joseph White 🖤 Other People’s Butterflies by Cora Ruskin

Per @aroaessidhe: Little Thieves, The Kindred, The Summer of Bitter and Sweet, Gender Queer, (and I think The Bone Season?) have ace or demisexual MCs, not aromantic. also, a lot of the rest are side characters, not main characters.

Thank you, genuinely, so much, for this correction. I'm very sorry for the mistake. I create these guides between work assignments (I work from home, around the clock, trying to make ends meet in this mess of an economy) and didn't do my due diligence in double-checking every book. I think this started as an aro/ace list I was compiling and I tried to separate it into two guides. I apologize for the discrepancy vehemently and will strive to do better in the future. Thank you for catching my error.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

NAH NAH NAH

Okay. Let's go through the thoughts of this latest update. There's a lot so buckle up buttercup.

1. Kravitas is literally so based. He's willing to spare Albus the suffering of long travel just because he's bored when typically he would enjoy Albus suffering.

2. Only Albus would risk insanity to spite a demon. Ever heard of cutting off your nose to spite your face, Albus? Seriously, these dude shot himself out of a fucking canon to stop Devlin from touching this hella cursed sword, but in typical Albus fashion when it's his safety and emotional welfare at stake common sense flies out the gods be damned window.

4. Is Kravitas really a demon or was his statement last episode about being more than that the truth that Albus just chose to call bullshit on?

5. Kerano, sweetie, if you don't like the sweater you don't gotta be nice to me and lie. Tis okay

6. Dad is back with his video of a casual demon attack. A normal Thursday. You'd think violence could slow enough for Faithful to get some groceries but I guess not.

7. AN ADULT TALK? EXCUSE ME? also yes now shoo child.

8. Guess I'll just go in a bunker and braid some hair or some shit. Whatever.

9. Don't you love it when the father figure of your child is so obsessed with transformers that he turns into a robot? (Yes I know he didn't turn into a robot. It just sounded kind of robotic in my head and it was funny.

10. What's the song called? It was kind of a vibe.

11. Oh my God we're raising a menace, thief, AND a liar. Where did we go wrong? 😭 Also can Faithful read minds? She was able to hear Kerano's mind about a key or something before Kerano had it, and was able to read the thoughts after that.

12. Move aside, Faithful is coming through like a badass. Hold the child

13. Oh neat. Both Albus and I have yelling voices in our head. 🥲

14. "I AM THE GREATEST GOOD YOURE EVER GONNA GET" - Faithful 2023

15. IS HE CUTTING OFF HIS HAND?! KERANO LOOK AWAY

16. Are... Are you seriously gonna make me choose between my two husbands right now? WHERES MY POLY OPTION? (Albus and Devlin in strictly familial relationship with each other. No condoning incest here)

-Branch-

Albus Route:

- yeah u tell him Devlin! How dare he try to reject us after saying it was our choice. Bitch

- UH I UH UHM ER

- daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry

- HOW MANY ROUNDS? Albus let her BREATHE before you fuck her to death omg

- I thought we became a bio mom to half demon children. But nah turns out we became a slutty saint

- YOOOO another thing in common with Albus! We both don't like kids. For different reasons but the point still remains

- Awww. He misses Devlin.

- Kerano is wholesome but I ain't forgiving her for snatching that key

- wait does anyone remember when he said he wouldnt tap faithful with a ten foot pole? Does that mean he tapped her with an eleven foot pole to stay true to his word?

- Devlin Route -

- that's what your brother said to me in an alternate reality when I chose him too.

- Albus back with the orgies. My angsty brain McThinks it's some copium since that's his whole "nothing hurts me!" Mask

- "HES A ROCKIN SPACE AGE BACHELOR MAN" I hope he gets his dream of being a monsterfucker

- Faithful got that holy rizz sheeeeeeesh

- astrology 🥰

- wait nevermind. Just some brotherly love

- you can call me darling any day of the week baby. I am living for it.

- Awww starry kiss. 🥹

Update: I keep forgetting there's a high chance that GBA will see this... BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?! I STAND BY WHAT I SAID (/lh) 😤😤😤

Update #2: for those asking about the third route thoughts, that's a secret that I'm saving for a fic.

[the-firebird69]

NGERI !!! BALAPAN SIRCUIT PERKAMPAUNGAN EROPA #balapan #viralshorts#fyp

Trump did this this week and he died again and he's doing a stupid s*** and his friend was flying and they're stupid okay they're nuts they need them killed and we're putting the order out now is fooling around outside is fooling around with the lights and he is going to get hit

Thor Freya

I think your whole round is full of losers put the sack of crap next to me I'm using apparently you can't see it but do is why don't you go to hell okay LOL and goodbye and good riddance

Zues

I'm saying the same thing and help them with it and believes me and you people suck so bad and so dumb I can't wait till you're gone

Hera

What little lowlifes who are though little girls I mean you're weaklings and idiots and seething fags you don't look at the code you don't figure out what to do. You're dumber than hell you can barely speak English and you expect to win everything that is ridiculous you guys get hit in the head all the time and don't care despicable really you're just Credence and low life sleaze balls I need a way from you I have a plan but gosh I'll golly is it going damn slow

Zues

I'm putting the plan into high gear and he's right it's way too long these people stink so bad they're all asking to die practically

Thor Freya

We have to do something now that's what Thor and Freya are saying this time and we're getting to him

Olympus

By the way huge armies are going down humongous armies and they say there's an entrance at Newfoundland and they're going up there bja and Brad sent a huge army it's gigantic it's like 01 it's like 0.01%. it's huge and it wiped out all the trumps all the way up and they really deserve it they suck so bad. They're going to walk right in there but gigantic army is still going to go up there and go down and find the max humongous armies are heading here to the holes and there's several one of them is in Florida no but they're going to wipe out anything out there and it's going to be these idiots trying to get here is it in this idiots are going to regret talking they're stupid okay

Thor Freya

You can't help it but he's right we're probably going to get wiped out but it always happens kind of hates me and I know why I'm sitting here having a hate me it's the wrong thing to do. He says that I acted a despicable manner of a backstabber a traitor to any kind of friendship at all and a loser and a liar and don't hold to any deals and just some kind of weird thief that takes tons of stuff from anything that goes near and it's going to take us money back and his investments and really I brought it down around our ears and I was wrong I keep doing it people won't stop me and he says I'm stopping you relax it'll all be over soon I really don't like that but that's what he's saying is going to happen it says of course it's going to happen you're bringing your forces here and you're going to win again like you did last night and the night before that and the night before that and I'll get wiped out cuz you're happy about it cuz you think a robot computer is running your life.. no I'm running its life and so on and yeah you should go check on your robot computer you loser I suddenly see something people tamper with everything when I'm not there even here it's actually sucks

Trump

That's too bad little girl but who the hell wants to talk to you is such an annoying jackass now he told you to stop doing what you're doing years ago when you didn't and now you're almost out and no but you will be and start begging and saying all sorts of stuff but boy you have a piece of s*** for you around you are a big traitor and a loser for your realm you are a huge trader and it should not have your idiot in there as king they're both a bunch of f****** idiots boy did you make your people look weak and foreigners are not afraid of you anymore and going after you Trump minority more luck to get whatever they can all that stuff must be in the caverns things are probably hidden up there space they're going after you liar you're a huge liar they think you have fleets and all sorts of stuff and you said it's sitting right in the rings what do you mean he's lying it's right over there and they said oh yeah that that's what it is yeah part of it the other is camera another s*** they have camera is and they have stuff in New Zealand tons of ships and tunnels deciding something about the Pacific he is hiding something in the Pacific big tunnels and they're getting ready to go there

Hera

[thesoundofmadness]

Cognitive Thieves? *grabs comfy blanket* you've intrigued me, friend. Tell me more.

ASLFKJSDFFG OH BOY MOTHER FUCKER YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU JUST UNLEASHED. strap the fuck in bc this is gonna be Long

Spoilers for P5R Third Semester btw.

Okay so the cognitive thieves are my idea of what Joker's Palace could be. I'm thinking the palace can act as a recap of the story before the ending. ya know, to make the ending hit a bit harder.

The palace is the very last, yet longest, palace in the game. I'm not sure exactly when it formed. It's not very hard, especially compared to the Momentos palace, it's just super long. The real world equivlent is Leblanc, of course. The reason Joker formed a palace is... complicated. There's multiple reasons.

A big part of it is the trauma he's endured throughout the game. Having to deal with getting your entire life uprooted, people talking shit about you at school, and just being Not Like The Others is rough.

One of the reasons it formed is imposter syndrome. Joker has spent the whole game learning how to wear a mask, changing himself in order to help others help him. The mask of a concerned friend, a loyal lover, a vigilant hero who doesn't know how to quit... He's lost his sense of identity and doesn't know who he is. He feels like a massive liar for it.

Another reason is, well, he just doesn't want to leave. His probation is almost over. He likes being a phantom thief and loves his friends. He's finally found a place to belong and simply doesn't want to lose it.

Another reason is.... resentment. He's pissed off at, unforuntely, everyone. He's pissed at Shido for ruining his life, pissed at his peers at school for talkin' shit, but most of all.... he's pissed with his friends. He's upset that no one has come to help him despite him doing all he can for them. He doesn't want to be angry at people who don't deserve it, especially not those who mean so much to him.

He's also grieving over Akechi's death. He feels awful he wasn't able to save Akechi. If Akechi accepted his help, he could have become another Phantom Thief and be welcome in their found family. He feels like it's his fault that Akechi is dead.

Joker couldn't handle all of this. So he just pushed it aside, almost forgetting about it entirely. This self neglect resulted in his palace being formed.

After Maruki's palace, Joker gradually stops coming home, and eventually outright disappears all together. He wanted to deal with the palace himself, not wanting to push the burden on his friends.

In order to avoid them, he told everyone he was doing something else whenever they asked to hang. He told Sojiro he was going with Ryuji, he was with Ann, he told Ann he was with Yusuke, etc. He even went as far as telling non-thief confidants lies.

One morning, Morgana wakes up and sees Joker just, gone. He asks Futaba and Sojiro where he might be, only for them to have conflicting awnsers. They bring the team together and it seems he's lied to all of them.

They decide to go out looking for him. Futaba takes a look at the MetaNav, only to see that there's a new palace. Immeditately she calls everyone.

After some fucking around, they say the right keywords and, oh no. the palace belongs to their dear leader. They instantly decide they have to tackle this palace and save their friend. The deadline is two weeks.

From this point on, you can't play as Joker. Instead, you have to choose a "temporary" leader from one of the remaining thieves. The only one you can't choose is Futaba, because navigation. Each character has their own "leader skill" that can be used in the palace. The game defaults to whoever has the highest confiant rank (in the case everyone is maxed, it's whoever you maxed first)

You still have all the money, items, and confidant skills from before. However, you can't fuse personas (bc only joker and akechi can wield multiple personas), or raise confidant levels.

The palace itself is a mix between a theater and a circus, and it's big enough to span over the entire city. It's filled to the brim with puzzles, illusions, and shadows of all kinds. It's EXTREMELY unstable.

You won't ever actually see Shadow Joker until the boss fight. He uses illusion to shield himself. He'll show up as spotlights, a disembodied voice through a speaker, and maybe even various figures from previous palaces.

The palace has 4 areas, each area resembling a different palace from before. First Area is Kamoshida's palace, 2nd is a mix of Madarame's and Futaba's palace, Third area is Kaneshiro's and Okumura, and the 4th is Shido's and Maruki's.

Each area has a different Cognitive Phantom Thief that acts as a mini-boss. The more you've leveled your teammates up, the stronger their cognitive counter part.

Cognitive Ann, Makoto, Haru, Futaba, and Sumire's fights will be different depending on if you romanced them or not.

Joker genuinely doesn't want to hurt his friends. He loves them more than anything. The cognitive thieves goal ISN'T to kill you, they just want to Kick You the Fuck Out. However, Joker's anger is likely to shine through. If you don't take them out quickly enough, they may use a few one-shot moves and kill you instantly.

The only cognitive thief who won't try to kick you out is Cognitive Morgana. Cognitive Morgana genuinely wants to help you save Joker. He will heal you completely and give you hints if you ask. Though, he tends to give misinformation.

Your goal with the cognitive thieves is to take their masks and return them to Cognitive Morgana. If you do, Cognitive Morgana will open the backstage door.

Im thinking theme for this palace is a distorted version of Last Surprise.

I'm not TOO sure on the initial meeting with Shadow Joker after the phantom thieves enter the palace. I have a few ideas but none of them are concrete.

I also have an idea on the Shido portion of this.

If you wanna hear those lmk

[river-bottom-nightmare]

Hey, I'm doing a fanfic universe where neither Tim nor Jason get involved with the Batfamily what lives do you think that their lives would have turned into without getting involved with Bruce?

oh my fucking god i wrote an entire thing for this and then tumblr fucking DELETED IT and i’m pissed as hell and rewrote it. forgive me if i left anything out.

but anyway. hey babe. if tim or jason never got involved with the batfam?? hmm. interesting question

so for jason, i see either one of two things happening

a) jason’s a smart kid. clever, wily, quick. that’s what the librarian and the auto smuggler and the working girls say. they’ll give jason whatever change they can spare, and jason uses it wisely. along with that, he’s got quicksilver fingers. stealing the tires off the batmobile??? one hell of a confidence boost, and he starts taking theft a little more serious. 

he refuses to be part of a gang. they want him bad: he’s slippery and smart and rough and fast. but he’s seen the way the older gang boys act. he’s seen the way they laugh like lunatics and get high off whatever they can find, beating up little kids and taking what they want from women just for the fun of it. and jason will do whatever it takes to never become one of them.

so he steals. he jacks car parts and smuggles other things, harmless things, till he knows his way around mechanics pretty well. the guy that paid for all of jason’s goods died early, and gave jason his shop. he tries his best to run an honest business. granted, he’s still a thief and a liar, but kids know that he won’t throw them out if they come in there looking for a warm place to sleep, and girls know that he’ll slam the door behind them, locking the door tight and getting out his gun if any motherfucker has them shaking and scared. 

he scrapes together enough money every month to pay for a shitty little apartment. it’s crumbling and cold, but it’s his. maybe he stays in that little auto dealer for the rest of his life. maybe he starts visiting the library again, learning everything he couldn’t when he was a kid. either way, he survives. sure, his isn’t all that impressive or meaningful, but gotham never meant for him to make it past fifteen in the first place, so jason’s alive and breathing and has a few things he calls his own. that’s good enough for him.

2) he tries to stay away from the gangs. he tries so hard. becoming like them is one of his biggest nightmares. they’re jagged and cruel, they take what they want and laugh at what they leave behind. but he doesn’t have a choice. he’s starving and cold, and carjacking isn’t cutting it. 

just for the money, he tells himself. just for the money, and nothing else. he’s never going to become like those boys, never. that promise doesn’t last very long. they give him a gun, and for the first time in his life, jason knows what it’s like to get drunk off power. he can shoot whoever he wants. the guys that leave women in the alleyway sobbing, the guys that kick innocent animals just cause they can, the guys that used to try and hurt him. he can get revenge for everything. he starts using, too. it’s better than he ever thought, letting himself go for a little bit, untouched by the weights dragging him to the ground every day of his life. he shoves all thoughts of his mom away, and lets himself forget life.

he ignores the stares of the librarian and the auto smuggler and the working girls, shaking their heads in pity and fear, wondering what happened to him, what happened to the boy they used to love? that boy was weak, jason thinks, and he won’t ever be week again. 

soon enough, he starts working for the big names. penguin and scarecrow and even black mask. it’s with black mask that his story ends. batman busts in on an operation, and it’s chaos. jason gets shot somewhere between black mask using his goons as human shields and everyone shooting blindly through the smoke bombs, trying and failing to get a shot on the vigilante. jason falls to the ground, riddled with bullet holes and regrets. batman doesn’t bother to even learn his name.

now, for tim? i really only see one outcome. 

tim’s been obsessed with batman and robin for as long as he can remember. robin’s nightwing now, but he and batman still work together. less dynamic duo and more experienced and knowing colleagues, but they’re still together. he follows them for the rest of his life, his childhood dream leaving the barest mark on the rest of his life, but puts away the hopes and dreams of ever meeting them, of them seeing something special in him. then, he turns his focus to what his father wants.

he doesn’t really have much of a choice. his parents have already slated him as the new head of drake industries. and they’ve been grooming him to be the perfect heir ever since he was a kid, forcing him to go to galas and network, form future connections that he calls upon now. he remembered trying to work up the courage to go say hi to bruce wayne. he never once did it, and it’s far too late now: bruce thinks of him as an opponent, an enemy.

he’s worthy of it. there’s a voice in his head that’s kind of hysterical, telling him that he’s worthy of being someone batman treats as a threat. the opposite of what he always wanted, but he’ll take it. he’s cutting and brilliant, exactly what his parents wanted him to be. 

he leads drake industries higher and higher until it’s the a competitor on the same scale as wayne enterprises, as lexcorp. at board meetings, bruce looks lazy and bored, but tim always notices the way the other man looks at him with a cold, calculating gaze. 

for the rest of his life, he tries to work up the courage to tell bruce wayne that tim knows he’s batman. he tries to work up the courage to say he’s known since he was 9, but he’s only ever kept their secret, sometimes even helping in what small, discreet ways he could. he never does, and he takes the secret to his grave.

anyway yea that’s just my take on it. i wish you good luck with your fic!

[goineedsleep]

this is just as bad, if not worse, than my previous idea

-olberic is a soldier of... what do i call it... goshdang it i'm just calling it atlasrule, and he does it really well

-erhardt and he are excellent at it, but they prefer sticking to one area: olberics hometown of... i'm calling it hornburgia(that's an awful name, i know)

-they're called to the capital for a meeting, and they aren't very happy about it but they accept anyways

-olberic just wants to pet his cat, goddamnit

-and they go there to complete mayhem

-nobles are out on the streets, screeching about how their rivals are dirty liars! That they never betrayed the capital, and that everyone who claims so is a "dirty fool who hasn't seen money once before in their lives"!

-olberic and erhardt: -_-

-they head towards the meeting location and are yelled at by those people. it's one hell of a saturday

-they ask the guard captain what in the name of jesus christ is going on -he heard that a group of nobles conspired against prince cyrus after he came out of the closet, and they didn't manage to take him out. -olberic and erhardt, bisexual disaster besties they are, are like "...well they had it comin" and move on to what they're needed for

-they need to be the bodyguards for prince cyrus because he's being attacked

-erhardt declines because he wants to protect hornburgia. olberic accepts because he can

-and so he meets the prince of atlasrule. and happens to get along with him very well

-they accidentally match clothes one day and the king just stared at them like

-and over the course of a month they start crushin HARD

-it's a problem for no one but the kings advisor, werner

-he's constantly reminding the prince that he needs to focus on his studies, no matter what emotions he may face

-olberic literally has to carry cyrus out bridal style from the library a few times a week, which allows the maids of the house to flip the hell out every time he has to ensure cyrus doesn't sleep on a desk

-the things he does for his crush, am i right?

-then olberic finds out that the attack on cyrus for coming out of the closet was orchestrated by a person still in the castles service, and rightfully freaks the fork out

-he alerts cyrus, and tells him to keep it a secret. they need to know who it is before exacting their revenge on this perpetrator

-cyrus lets werner know about this mysterious perpetrator, having trusted him for years

-cyrus is kidnapped the following week

-olberic starts investigating like. all the time -even on weekends

-boi is stressed as hell, and is out of a job

-he follows the advice of cyrus to go ahead and look for the master sword

-he goes to the water kingdom for their key to the sword first -alfyn, an amateur doctor, shows olberic where to find the key: inside the stomach of their queen, who has been incredibly unwell for the past few months -he's analyzed the causes again and again, and can find only one cure: an herb only found in Bolderfall, where the Gorons live -olberic agrees to go there- there's another key to the sword in the region anyways

-they get to Bolderfall, and things are in a royal mess -the people there are sick too, but from a completely different ailment -alfyn's able to treat it, and he goes around helping people all day -he's incredibly tired, and olberic pays for his inn stay for once

-the next day, they wake up to alfyns bag being stolen -olberic and alfyn track down the thief, who is attempting to treat some of their accomplices -alfyn properly takes care of these individuals, and questions the thief as to why he stole the bag -thief was trying to take care of these people, since no one's even bothering with their own family and there's no apothecary that'd dare take care of the low income portions of the city -alfyn insists otherwise and makes conversation with the guy while olberic gets his first key

-the next day, they head back to clearzoras domain, with the thief named therion in tow -he's tagging along because he wants to, he claims. they don't want to push their luck, so they aren't prying -they save the queen in the brink of time, so she regurgitates the key and olberic's off to find the last one -alfyn and therion accompany him- alfyn to travel the world and help more people out, therion for undisclosed reasons -on their way to the forest, they encounter primrose -she travels with the rest of the group because she is heading that way anyways

-the third area is not in trouble until primrose stabs someone and werner chooses violence at the same time -one of his underlings, a naive fool called darius, lead the charge of an assault on the entirety of atlasrule -werner's attempting to take over the kingdom after imprisoning both the king and his son -they're to be killed once werners conquest is done and over with -therion interrupts darius's monologue with a very violent kick to the nuts -and then therion wins in combat against a darius on a horse -olberic grabs the third key with the assistance of a huntress known as h'aanit in the middle of the commotion

-therion explains that darius was an old friend, and he heard from rumors that he can not only kick him in the nuts, but also destroy everything he's ever worked for. after what he's done to therion, it's only fair at this point -alfyn and co. learn about therions trauma and alfyn becomes a lot more protective over therion -it makes olberic chuckle a little bit- reminds him of his own crush on cyrus

-primrose describes her own dilemma with avenging her father, and is now accompanied by haanit wherever she goes -she doesn't mind it, either

-olberic unlocks the master sword, and now the group can challenge werner and tressa, the spirit of the sword, is constantly talking to olberic in his head -he wants this to be over ASAP- he is terrified for cyrus's life -he and the rest of the group storm through the castle, fight redeye, cassandra(is that tressa ch4 boss or is my brain f-cking with me), simeon, lucia... all those fellas, and then they fudge werner up -it all goes off without a hitch- cyrus is freed from his prison cell and fights with the rest of them as well -fudging werner up is a successful mission

-following the events of this, olberic and cyrus get together -they get married in the far, far future, but they do start dating after werners insurrection -they get the countries shit back together, and say gay and trans rights -a few months after the insurrection alfion occurs

and yeah this is something i wrote impulsively

i couldn't even be funny with erhardt going to femboy hooters. this is truly humorless

i am going to bed now tho, so enjoy it i guess

[nolansnose]

To my moots: I did A THING. Wrote a lil something. A Nolpat imagine *gasps*

This is unfinished and I will only be updating this everytime Patty gets a point or better yet, score a goal!

Edited and rb'd because this has been updated!

(With added steam 🙈)

Summary: Surprise!

Nolan Patrick x whoever you wanna pair him with in your head

UNTITLED

They hadn't exchanged any kind of communication in three weeks. That kind of radio silence from both their ends wasn't normal. It has been a month since they saw each other last, they were both busy --- she with the endless demands and responsibilities of being the new executive assistant to the director of medical services while Nolan was training in preparation for the incoming season.

It amazes her how they were able to give each other attention in the past year and how they haven't given up on each other. It wasn't easy, it's daunting at times, at least for her.

For someone with such a demanding job and schedule, she truly couldn't figure out how she was able to give time to Nolan.

She didn't understand how someone like her was able to pique his interest or that he continued to give her attention, well, not until these past few weeks. She may be busy but during moments that she wasn't thinking about work, Nolan makes sudden, sometimes unwelcome appearances in her thoughts.

Unwelcome because she shouldn't be thinking about him. They're not... Argh! She sighed and put down the book she's trying so hard to understand in her lap. She's in an old cottage by the beach, alone for this long weekend, her first non work related trip after a long while since being appointed and she's alone. She should be relaxing, resting, eating sumptuous meals and reading this... Shit it was Nolan who gave her this book. Why did she pick this one to bring? She sighed again and tried for the nth time to relax in the couch she was perched on. She put her feet up in the arm rest and reached for the tea in the side table to drink but grimaced as its already cold.

As cold as the weather that wasnt apt for the place she was in. Beaches are made for warm, summery weather, not rain and cold drafts. She looked out the window and shook her head because it was still raining. The rain peltering the roof was loud and... what was that?

She heard something beside the raindrops. Footsteps. Rustling. Knocking? Was someone knocking?

But she wasn't expecting anyone.

Still, she stood up and headed for the kitchen which was near the parking area of the resort she was in. She clutched her chest when she saw another shadow beside the plants outside. Shit! A thief? But this was an exclusive resort!

She grabbed the fruit bowl in the counter and headed for the kitchen door. There was that sound again. Footsteps. And knocking.

She took a deep breath and raised the bowl above her head, ready to whack whoever was on the other side of that door. She unfastened the locks and opened the door.

"Fuck!", the 'intruder' called out and caught the bowl before it made contact with his face.

"Nolan?", she blinked.

The newcomer put down the bowl and raised the hood of his jacket. "Hi,"

"I thought you were a thief!"

Nolan looked at her with amusement. " I knocked but there was no answer."

"When was that? I didn't hear anything."

"Uh, five minutes ago?", he asked as he grabbed a clean towel out of the basket on the washing machine near the door. "May I?"

She exhaled loudly while moving away from the door so Nolan could dry his shoes in the mat and removed his jacket which was also wet.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. How did he even know she was here? Oh. Right. She remembered telling him about this weekend trip the last time they were together.

"I missed you," he said. "You didn't text or call."

"You never did, too," she pointed out.

"Hey, I called," he said with a bit of pain in his voice.

"When did you call?"

"Are you going to let me come in or do I have to defend myself by your kitchen door?"

2

"What's that for?", she asked having glanced at his backpack.

"Change of clothes. I've been in town for a few days, actually ", he replied honestly.

She gave him another quick look before going back to retrieve the cup of tea in the living room and brought it up in the kitchen to heat in the microwave. She felt his eyes on her while she set the timer.

"Chamomile?", Nolan asked just as he put down his already opened backpack in the kitchen counter and took out a clean pair of socks.

She didn't know whether to be irritated or happy that he remembered her preference. Normally, she'd appreciate it but now she felt cornered. Vulnerable. She came here to unwind, rest and think, -- to escape from all that's troubling her -- that included Nolan.

Yep, trouble. That's Nolan, alright. What else would you call the man who chose to entangle himself with someone like her? Even for a weekend, she wanted a break. She wanted him out of her head, her body and her bed.

"You still haven't answered why you're here," she took the mug out of the oven and set it on the counter. She caught the smirk on his face. "What?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Nolan took a step towards her and tenderly caressed her arm."Didn't you miss me?"

She looked up into his eyes to see a worry there she didn't normally see.

They've talked about their situation a handful of times before, where they're headed eventually. Together they've decided that its better if no one else knew whatever kind of relationship they were to have.

She can't remember exactly how that topic came about, but they wound up in bed together before defined lines were ever set.

This, whatever this was, has gone on for a year, a short time compared to others. She knew she shouldn't keep her hopes or expectations up, but sometimes, she gets tired of her feelings being hurt from a misunderstanding because nothing was solid or made public. Sometimes the feelings were his. Sometimes he acted jealous or frustrated because she behaved in a way that made him question the exclusivity they had agreed on a year ago.

"Not at all?" His low, lazy voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

She shook her head. "No."

He leaned into her some more, their closeness made her feel like she's drowning. "Liar."

Then his mouth met hers and she instinctively opened her mouth to allow his tongue to enter. He tasted sweet and salty like caramel popcorn. He satisfied every urge and each craving.

A whimper escaped her throat and he had her pushed against the counter with one hand in her hair as the other lifted her leg and grabbed her ass. He knew how to completely envelop her into a whirlwind of sex. It started out with a kiss as it always did.

And this kiss grew more fervent and she felt a familiar hardness push against her in just the right place. He made her feel sexy and desirable in a way that she revelled in. His kisses were addictive.

Its hard to reclaim her sanity everytime they ended up like this, like he drained whatever courage she had left. But before she could totally gave in, she held Nolan's arm firmly and pushed him away from her. He moaned a little as a protest but moved away and let her right herself.

The desire for her was evident in his eyes, in his jeans and she tried not to look but his scent, his kiss lingered. She was still dazed and her heart was beating wildly.

"What?" He asked as he touched the edge of his mouth.

"We can't continue this, Nolan", she insisted.

He shook his head. "We're not doing anything we haven't done bef----"

"No", she cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "This as in hiding. We thought it wont get this complicated given our work and who we are, we thought it'd be easy. None of this is easy, Nolan."

"Thank you for saying we, instead of you," he nodded as he answered. "Seriously. We both said this unofficial exclusive thing would be easy and a breeze and I'm glad you didn't pile the blame for your feelings just on me."

She looked at him carefully. Sometimes, his prankness still startled and overwhelmed her. She hoped and tried hard for its effect to not register on her face.

"Whoa," he said with one eyebrow raised when her gaze turned squinty. "Why are you looking at me like I just told you I'm getting married or something?"

"Let's end this, Nolan," she said in a faint voice, then grabbed the mug of tea again.

She felt him observing her eventhough her attention was on the tea she's drinking.

"You already said that four months ago."

"This time I meant it." She said in a voice lacking of conviction.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

Books for Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week

🦇 It's Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week (February 18th-24th)! In an effort to #ReadQueerAllYear, here are a few books featuring aromantic characters you can add to your TBR!

💚 Little Thieves by Margaret Owen 🤍 The Bone Season - Samanta Shannon 🤍 Hullmetal Girls - Emily Skrutskie 🖤 Tarnished Are the Stars - Rosiee Thor 💚 Kaikeyi - Vaishnavi Patel 🤍 The Reckless Kind - Carly Heath 🤍 First Test - Tamora Pierce 🖤 No More Heroes - Loren Rhoads 💚 This Golden Flame - Emily Victoria 🤍 Baker Thief - Claudie Arseneault 🤍 Immoral Code - Lillian Clark 🖤 Loveless - Alice Oseman 💚 The Last 8 - Laura Pohl 🤍 The Midnight Bargain - C.L. Polk 🤍 The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy - Mackenzi Lee 🖤 Common Bonds - Claudie Arseneault, C.T. Callahan, B.R. Sanders, and RoAnna Sylver 💚 The Black Veins - Ashia Monet 🤍 Liar’s Guide to the Night Sky by Brianna Shrum 🤍 The Crow Rider - Kalyn Josephson 🖤 Summer Bird Blue - Akemi Dawn Bowman 💚 Hazel's Theory of Evolution - Lisa Jenn Bigelow 🤍 Summer of Salt - Katrina Leno 🤍 The Poppy War - R.F. Kuang 🖤 Not Even Bones - Rebecca Schaeffer 💚 Elatsoe - Darcie Little Badger 🤍 Rick - Alex Gino 🤍 Switchback by Danika Stone 🖤 Sal & Gabi Fix the Universe - Carlos Alberto Hernandez 💚 Gender Queer - Maia Kobabe 🤍 Their Troublesome Crush - Xan West 🤍 Every Bird a Prince - Jenn Reese 🖤 The Butterfly Assassin - Finn Longman 💚 Red Skies Falling - Alex London 🤍 When Villains Rise - Rebecca Schaeffer 🤍 The Bruising of Qilwa - Naseem Jamnia 🖤 Funeral Girl - Emma K. Ohland 💚 The Kindred - Alechia Dow 🤍 The Summer of Bitter and Sweet - Jen Ferguson 🤍 Dear Wendy - Ann Zhao 🖤 Tell Me How It Ends by Quinton Li 💚 This Dark Descent - Kalyn Josephson 🤍 Awakenings by Claudie Arseneault 🤍 Compound Fracture by Andrew Joseph White 🖤 Other People’s Butterflies by Cora Ruskin

Per @aroaessidhe: Little Thieves, The Kindred, The Summer of Bitter and Sweet, Gender Queer, (and I think The Bone Season?) have ace or demisexual MCs, not aromantic. also, a lot of the rest are side characters, not main characters.

Thank you, genuinely, so much, for this correction. I'm very sorry for the mistake. I create these guides between work assignments (I work from home, around the clock, trying to make ends meet in this mess of an economy) and didn't do my due diligence in double-checking every book. I think this started as an aro/ace list I was compiling and I tried to separate it into two guides. I apologize for the discrepancy vehemently and will strive to do better in the future. Thank you for catching my error.

[onlyhenrys]

I've been waiting for so long to send you a prompt! :D 48. “You’re a terrible liar.” with Napoleon Solo. I'm sensing he's trying to hide something (a present? an injury?) from the reader who sees right through his bullshit. I'm feeling extra cuddly today so all of the fluff please

Aww, love 🥰 well here you go (I hope you like it)

“You’re a terrible liar.” With Napoleon Solo

‘’Leon, just tell me what’s wrong,’’ you pleaded the blue-eyes monster in front of you, ‘’you’re acting strange.’’

He closed the newspaper he was reading with a sigh and looked at you through hooded eyes. A churning feeling took over at the look he shot you and you dropped down on a chair across from him, dragging a hand through your short hair.

Tears started to blur your sight as you looked at him. ‘Are you going to end things between us?’’

His head snapped up at that and he rushed to your side to pull you against him. ‘’Of course not, my dear.’’

‘’Then please, tell me what’s wrong, Leon.’’

He dropped his arms and stepped away from you, pulling up a wall between the two of you. ‘’It’s nothing.’’

You slammed your hands down on the table and shot up from your seat, taking a step closer to the American thief. ‘’That’s bullshit, Leon, and you know it.’’

You shoved him away, boiling with anger. ‘’You’re a terrible liar.’’

He chuckled slightly at your anger and grabbed your arms to prevent you from hitting him. ‘’Calm down woman. I will tell you, but only if you stop trying to scratch my eyes out.’’

You let your arms fall limp to your sides and waited for him to lead you away from the dining room, right up the stairs to the study. He grabbed your chin between his fingers and lifted it up, locking his eyes with yours.

‘’I worked on something and was going to show it to you later this week, but I guess I can’t keep it hidden any longer.’’

He pushed the handle down and swung the door open, revealing a fully decorated baby room. You covered your mouth as you took it all in. The soft pink walls, a small closet already filled with cute little dresses, a dresser to change diapers and a large, self-made wooden crib. You slowly approached the crib, while placing a hand on your swollen belly, fighting tears. Your other hand traced the rough wood, making sure you were not dreaming.

Napoleon leaned against the doorway, carefully monitoring your reaction, a small smile on his face. You flung yourself at him, your pregnant belly preventing you from fully melting in his embrace. You felt his strong arms around your waist and buried your face against his shoulder.

“Thank you, Leon,” you softly whispered, “I don’t know what else to say, I’m speechless.”

He kissed the top of your head and you felt his chuckle vibrate through your body.

“Speechless, you?” He teases, “we should call the newspaper, because this is big news.”

You shoved him away again, playfully this time, and crossed your arms in front of your chest, mindful of your belly. “You just had to ruin the moment, didn’t you, Solo?”

He took a step back in fake hurt, his hands pressed against his heart. “Who, me? I wouldn’t dare.”

You giggled softly and leaned against his arm, taking one last look around your baby girl's room, before shutting the door behind you, excited of what had yet to come.

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[oranges8hands]

just  stop  h  a  u  n  t  i  n  g  me               

[insp]   Sasue Uchiha's Week: Day 1: Childhood/Family

[ID: 1) Itachi poking a younger Sasuke in the forehead telling him 'next time', text: I'm not calling you a liar / cuts to Itachi poking Sasuke in the forehead right after he dies after their last battle, text: Just don't lie to me; 2) screen pans to the left as it goes over dead Uchiha in the street to Itachi with his back to them and his shadow in front of him, text:  I'm not calling you a thief / cuts to young!Sasuke turning around on an empty street in the rain as the camera zooms out, text: Just don't steal from me; 3) close up of Sasuke's face, text: I'm not calling you a / cuts to him watching a (reanimated) Itachi jump past him in the trees, text: I'm not calling you a ghost  // end ID] 

[aliceprettystuff]

YOU'RE MY MISSION.

Bucky's P.O.V.

- Longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car. Soldier?

- Ready to comply.

I had been woken up again, I did not remember when was the last time they had unfrozen me.

- We have a new mission for you.

They gave me a folder with information about a certain Captain America.

- His real name is Steve Rogers, and he will be your target.

- Nothing I haven't done before.

- You are wrong soldier, your mission will be a little different from what you are used to, your duty will be to seduce him, according to the information we have, you have an impressive resemblance to an old friend of his, but we have discovered that the relationship they had was more than one fraternal. You will serve as a distraction so that we can complete our work with the helicarriers without problems and once we have finished you will take care of kill him.

It was certainly an unusual mission, but what did it matter? I only serve to obey and comply or else I would face awful consequences.

I nodded as a sign that I had understood the orders and after that they took me to a room for my change of image.

They only cut my hair and shaved my beard but I could see a big difference, I looked identical to that sergeant who appeared next to the Captain America in one of the pictures in his file.

The only difference was my metal arm. Somehow a feeling of familiarity came to me, but I didn't understand why.

- You are ready soldier, from now on you will respond to the name of Bucky Barnes.

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I knew exactly where to find him, the Hydra agents gave me Captain America's address.

I was heading to that building in Brooklyn thinking what I was going to say to the Captain when I saw him.

I had to come up with a credible story to explain the fact that his beloved Bucky was still alive after he fell off the train 70 years ago.

I went up the stairs until I reached that man's apartment, I still didn't know what to say to him, I couldn't think of anything, I didn't know anything about the life of that sergeant or the Captain America.

How was their relationship like? What did they do? I know nothing.

I was about to knock on the door but in that moment I saw how it opens before I did.

It was him, he was standing in front of me, his face pale and full of surprise.

- It can't be true! Bucky?

- Steve.

It was all I could answer.

I was extremely nervous, I had never been nervous on a mission before, but of course this wasn't an ordinary mission.

I didn't have to say anything more when from one moment to other he had his lips against mine.

The way he kissed me, he did it with desperation, as if he had endured the desire to kiss me for a long time, but he also did it with tenderness and care, with love, as if he wanted to protect me.

I thought it would take me weeks, maybe months to get at this point, but it was enough for me to unconsciously say his name between the kisses he gave me and between sighs to ending up lying on his bed receiving caresses and kisses all over my body while he took off my clothes.

I didn't stop him, cause this was the objective of my mission, but the truth is that I didn't want him to stop, there was something in his caresses, they seemed quite familiar, as if I had felt them too many times too long ago. But among the immense sensation of pleasure I also felt guilt, that those caresses, those kisses and sweet words loaded with love were not really for me, a cold-blooded murderer, a torture machine, without feelings or regrets, and now also a thief, because I'm stealing all those "I love you" "I missed you so much" "forgive me for abandoning you" to someone else.

I am also a liar, for pretending to be someone else just so I can feel all that love that will never truly be for me.

When he discovered my metal arm I thought he would stop, he would feel disgusted and walk away, but he just got closer and started kissing him from start to finish, and then he asked me.

- What happened to you my love?

- The train.

- I'm so sorry my dear, do you think you could forgive me one day?

- I already did.

- Where have you been all these years my dear?

There it was, the question that I feared so much, I had to think something fast.

- Looking for you.

It worked, after saying that he kissed me, but it was a different kiss from the previous ones, this one was full of desire, that I could reciprocate.

His body was so beautiful, and he said the same about mine, he asked my permission for everything we did, he wanted to take care of me and make me feel safe, I allowed him of course, I wanted to feel all that love and passion that he felt for that sergeant who I pretended to be and for just a moment pretend that they were for me.

I fell in love with him, in that small and passionate moment where we shared our bodies with each other, I fell madly in love with him, his caresses, his voice, his words and nicknames full of love, his body, his everything.

I fell totally and deeply in love with him that I couldn't finish the job, I had him hugging me, his naked body against mine while he slept, I had him so at my disposal, so easy that with just a few stabs with the knife that I took from my boots I could end with all of this and pretend nothing happened.

But what then? I would go back to that frozen hell hole to have the same old nightmares again.

That place was cold, lonely and dark, but here in this bed, next to this man who kept promising me his eternal love, it's warm and safe.

Somehow all those love promises came to my mind but this time they didn't come from his mouth but from mine, not as a thought but as a memory.

A man similar to the Captain but thinner was hugging me under white sheets and I was saying sweet words to him while kissing him.

Suddenly a wave of memories flooded my mind.

I started crying, I had remembered, maybe not all of my old life but the most important parts of it, and those important things, were moments shared with Steve.

My crying caused Steve to wake up, he woke up scared, he looked at me with fear and concern, of course, I hadn't dropped the knife in all this time because of all the memories that came to my mind and that completely petrified me.

- Bucky, honey what's wrong?

- Steve I'm sorry.

- What are you sorry my love?

- I lied to you.

- What did you lie to me about Bucky?

- In everything!

- How in everything? Bucky please calm down, breathe.

- I can't calm down! Not after everything I did and what I planned to do.

- You planned to kill me, weren't you?

- Steve.

- That's why you had that knife in your hand.

- Steve.

- Why Bucky?

- It is not true that I've spent all these years looking for you, I've spent all these years doing horrible things to innocent people against my will, I stopped being the Bucky you knew, with whom you thought you'd made love a moment ago, He died and in his place is this shattered, broken and horrible part of him that he can't even remember at least how it felt to be that Bucky.

- Bucky, where have you been all these years?

- I can't tell you.

- Bucky!

- I can't Steve! It is too dangerous.

- Are you forgetting that you are talking to Captain America?

- No, I'm talking to the man I fell in love with many years ago and today again, with the man who was able to give me back a bit of my old life after decades of having completely forgotten it, the only one who is able to accommodate all of my broken pieces with a simple I love you, and I don't want to lose him.

- Bucky, what you just said shows you are wrong, the Bucky I love is still alive, maybe not totally but look at me, I'm not the same Steve from 70 years ago. We both changed my love, we lost each other and suffered, we both went through so many things but in the end we met again, that is a sign that our love is stronger than any obstacle that life puts in front of us.

- But if you go to that place and face those people who have done everything to keep us away from each other, I fear that I will lose you again and this time definitely, I could not stand it again.

- You will never lose me again Bucky I promise, we will finish with whatever we have to face together. Do you remember that promise you made to me after my mother's funeral? You promised me that you would be with me till the end of the line, and now I am the one who makes that promise to you, I'm with you till the end of the line Bucky.

Remember it? Of course I remembered it, our vows, We said them when we confessed, the first time we kissed, the first time we made love, in the countless asthma attacks, the winter nights with those infernal fevers that made me believe that I would lose him, and in our last night together when we promised that when that damn war was over we would return to our beloved Brooklyn that saw us and our love grow but now as what we always want to be, husbands.

I couldn't resist anymore, I kissed him, I had waited 70 years to be able to taste those lips so soft, sweet and warm, and this time I did it as who I really was, James Buchanan Barnes.

- Steve.

- Yes Bucky?

- I know I don't deserve it but, could you promise me that after I tell you everything, where I was these years and everything I did, you will still love me?

- I could never stop loving you Bucky, it's as if I stopped breathing, our love is what keeps me alive. 3 years ago I woke up after being frozen in ice for 70 years, but until this moment that I have you by my side again I can say that I am finally alive again.

- And do you think that you could forgive me one day?

- I already did.

[lots2say]

Here's a quick rundown of the conversations I've had with Wesley brown. As you can see, for the few people who seem to think that he's a decent bloke, and I'm somehow making this up, should take the time to read these messages and think again. This is the piece of Human Excrement who took 200 pounds from my Nephew for some Gym equipment. Had no intention of sending the equipment and when my nephew rang him, was then blocked.

Once i got involved he then started grovelling and saying how he was sorry and he would pay back the money. As a show of good will, i the gave this thief an extra month to start paying the money back at 20 pounds a week, and apoligize to my Nephew. He did neither. This is a piece of shit who when his small and tired brain couldn't take the strain of my Vendetta against him, stooped so low as to attack my Wife,and made terrible comments about her being a cancer survivor. What a Fu****g pussie. I've had alot of thumbs up from people over the last couple of weeks. I've had three comments, with people saying they will no longer use this poison Dwarf as their trainer. I've also had three people say that he has ripped them off as well to the tune of £200, £300 and another person at £200, I've also had somebody reply that he is a "well known scam artist".

For anybody who is looking for a personal trainer my strong advice would be to most definitely give this thieving, lying stain on humanity a wide birth. Do not under any circumstances give him your time or money. To anybody stupid enough to be friends with this Coward, it would be wise to explain to him that I've got all the time in the world to continue my Vendettaand, my mission in life is to ruin his business and make as many people as possible know that he is a thief, a liar and a Coward . It's not about the money, it never has been, it's about the principle, and I'm a big believer in principle and doing whats right and this f*** wit has never done the right thing once in his miserably life. Like i said the £200 is no longer the issue, my Nephew can afford the loss, but a lot of people work extremely hard for their money, if by posting this saves somebody from getting ripped of by Wesley Darius Brown who can't afford it then it makes my Vendetta all the more enjoyable and rewarding.

Please share and post far and wide.

Thanks be safe. Nick Harris

[talrayne]

I made that wish because I promised. I was a thief, still am in a way, but I refuse to be a liar.

"Promise me you'll do the same for them," the genie said. I had spent two wishes with more care than anything I had ever done anything.

Wishes.

They were things of power, made all the more valuable by their rarity. I had two and changed my life completely with them. Before me now were thousands. I considered using them to change the world in my image, but quickly remembered how easily my first wish had gone wrong.

No.

No, I'm not going to use these wishes. I already got everything I wanted. Everything I needed.

It took me days to get through the first hundred. I only used a few wishes to keep things stable while I was gone, or to make sure I had something to eat.

Many djinn thought I was being frivolous when I made those wishes. Several thought I was going to leave them imprisoned. Their faces when they were freed was worth everything.

A few stayed by, ostensibly to ensure I was actually freeing their kindred, but they typically left after seeing me free others. It took weeks, maybe months, for me to get to the last one. The only wishes I made for myself were to ensure I could continue without stopping. I would wish for food, or rest, or that those left at home would be safe and secure. I never made more than two wishes per genie. The vast majority only had one wish made of them.

"I wish you to be free."

Normally, a phrase, if repeated often enough, loses its meaning. This one gained meaning instead.

Freedom.

The last lamp. The last genie. I asked them, not wished, for them to stay a moment after I freed them. They obliged.

I asked them what freedom truly means to them, and how to apply it to those who now relied on me. They answered the best they could.

Before they left, they looked back and thanked me. I thanked them in return. I had my own people to free now. People that couldn't be freed by a simple wish, but with a systematic overhaul of society. I could have asked the djinn for help, but I learned one thing from every single one if them. The easy way is frequently short-sighted.

It's how they all became slaves in the first place, after all. They all chose to fix their problems with an easy solution, and became trapped as a result.

I won't do that. Not anymore. Freedom is my new mission in life, and I'll provide it to anyone I can.

Using his last wish to free the genie he was led to a well hidden cave. Upon removing a boulder blocking the entrance the genie said “thank you for using your last wish, here are some more, just promise me you’ll do the same for them”. Left Inside the cave were thousands of glistening lamps.

[kespada]

A. It almost always energizes me.

B. World-building, I kind of cheated by having the Goddess/creator of Elmyra (the world of TFC) be from Earth in our time so a lot of the world is inspired by our history. The biggest issue has been creating my own language. It's fun, but thinking of new words is hard when you're trying to take as little inspiration from real languages as possible.

C. Aubrey Reynolds is my psuedonym. I kinda hate my actual name, and I've used Aubrey Reynolds as a fake name for so long, not just for writing, that it honestly feels as much my name as my actual name. Aubrey also feels like the ideal version of myself.

D. What I want. I take a lot of suggestions from friends (who are the only ones that ever have any idea what I'm writing), but it's usually over little things. I do try to have some things included that I would want to read as the reader, but I don't let other's opinions steer me into something other than what I pictured.

E. I know a girl at school who is kind of a writer, but that's about it. I've had a few interactions with other writeblrs, but I haven't gotten close to anyone yet.

F. It really depends. A lot of times, my ideas only really work as stand-alones, but my current WIP (The Flaming Crown) is probably going to become a duology or trilogy. I have a lot of ideas for the characters and world, so I think trying to shove everything in one book just would not work. I don't think anything longer than a duology or trilogy would work, but I may consider a spin off if I'm not done with the world. I also have one other WIP that may have a sequel, but I'm not really focused on it at the moment.

G. Don't stop writing. I first tried to write something in fourth grade, but it obviously didn't go much of anywhere. I didn't try to write anything again until seventh grade when one of my friends introduced me to Wattpad. Also, new ideas are great and so is scrapping half-baked ideas. Your writing will get better, so redrafting and replotting are perfectly fine and sometimes encouraged.

H. I don't know how underappreciated it is, but We Were Liars by E. Lockhart is my absolute favorite book, and I know almost no one who has read it unless I showed it to them. The Warrior Cats series(es?) by Erin Hunter are also really good. They are actually what inspired my first attempt at writing (again, fourth grade). They're kind of written off as children's books based on the premise, but the writing is really good, and they have some pretty mature themes (like death and stuff, not anything R rated).

I. I have absolutely no idea. A cat maybe? Or a dragon just because they're high fantasy which Iove to write and I love them in general.

J. One that has the first draft done, three that actually matter, and several others that only have a vague idea of what they are about. I also have a book of short stories and poems, so it's not done, but it's not really unfinished either. It's just kind of my collection whenever I feel like writing either of them.

K. It varies so much. I try to write at least a sentence a day, so I may only spend a few minutes a week. Other times I'll write for several hours straight. I guess it depends on what I'm writing and how inspired I am.

L. Name generators if I want a certain style or origin of name. Name meaning sites if I really want the name to reflect an aspect of them (or entirely contradict it) or sometimes foreshadow. For my fantasy names, especially dragon names, I use a dragon name generator then take bits from multiple names and combine them into my own name.

I had one character whose gender I hadn't decided yet (very early on in planning) so I used two gender neutral names that I liked (Peyton Jesse) and a last name that could also be a first name (James). Coincidentally, she was a thief, so there was kind of a happy accident where I wrote her as a descendent of Jesse James.

M. Definitely a secondary career/hobby. I once heard that you should never do what you love for a living because then it becomes a job. I don't plan on ever writing professionally, but I would love to get at least one book published at some point.

N. Absolutely. If I'm positive that something is going to happen at some point, then I like to foreshadow a bit. I typically include little references to other things I love, especially mythology and music. Sometimes I'll use a name that's a nod to some other work, either by me or someone else. I also have a slight obsession with eyes and death, so pretty much everything I write includes them in some way. Because she's currently purring on my lap, I should probably note that my cat inspired a character, and I often make characters influenced by my friends, so those closest to me can probably find some inside jokes in what I write.

O. "Filler" scenes. I have a tendency to move the plot kind of quickly, so scenes where nothing of great importance happens are usually a challenge because I'm trying to prevent it from being too fast and also too boring simultaneously. I also somewhat struggle with action scenes because my writing is very dialogue-based. While I'm improving on having more description and less dialogue, I never feel like I do action scenes justice.

P. My writing is extremely dialogue-based. As mentioned above, I'm improving, but I still have a long way to go.

Q. Not in the slightest. I write whatever comes to me whenever it comes to me.

R. I have two chairs in my bedroom, so I'm usually either laying on one or curled up in the other. Occasionally I'll switch things up and write at the kitchen table or on the couch, but that's not very common. Very rarely I would write at school. I have a desk that I could theoretically write at, but it feels too stiff to be creative.

I almost always have Netflix playing in the background or at least music. I rarely ever do anything in silence. My cat is almost always with me when I write. She's very understanding and usually lays beside me, at my feet, or in another area of the room. Every once in a while, she gets in my way, but she usually understands when I don't want her on my lap.

I mostly write on my laptop. If I write outside (which is rare but does happen), I write in a notebook. I also have a notebook that I jot ideas down in. I typically have everything with me whenever I write.

S. The only thing I've ever finished took around a year. Aside from that, I worked on my other longest WIP for about four years before I scrapped it and decided to rewrite it into The Flaming Crown, which was also the name of the original but is extremely improved. The original attempt kind of shows how my writing progressed, and I think it's finally reached a point that I'm proud of. With my current writing style and general schedule, I think roughly a year is a decent estimate.

T. Absolutely. Sometimes there's just no inspiration. I try to write at least one sentence a day for a few reasons. 1. Yay, I wrote something. 2. It gives the story some direction. 3. If I really was not in a creative mindset, that one sentence can be erased and replaced.

U. I'd like to be professionally published if only because it would more easily spread my book, but I would be perfectly fine with self-publishing.

V. Depending on the story, I'd love it. I definitely think that The Flaming Crown would be better as a TV show just because so much happens that's plot relevant and it would be a challenge to try to condense it. One benefit of my writing being so heavily dialogue-based is that the script would be mostly written.

W. I plan the ideas I know I want to happen, but that's about it. Most of it is just what I think of in the moment. I've tried writing with outlines, and it just didn't suit me.

X. Other writers (books, TV shows, music, any form of media really), my friends and life experiences, I have two dragon statues in my room that both make me feel creative. History occasionally inspires some of what I write as well.

Y. Very much a mix. I had some of my friends (as well as myself) take a quiz based on my characters, and I hadn't realized that I had actually based two characters on two of my best friends without realizing it. I also discovered that I had based a minor character on myself without realizing it. I do have some characters that are intentionally inspired by me or my friends, the most obvious example being my character Aubrey Reynolds, who is no longer just a self-insert but definitely started as one.

Z. I'll only do my two main WIPs for this. My finished first draft was inspired by a writing prompt I found that suggested writing from the point of view of the chosen one's sidekick. I love superheroes, so I changed it to a supervillain's sidekick, then I don't really know what happened but I came up with a somewhat Romeo and Juliet plot with forbidden love and everything.

The Flaming Crown was inspired by my love of dragons. I definitely took some ideas from The Inheritance Cycle, which I was reading when I first attempted to write it. I've always loved fantasy so I wanted to do something new. A lot of my ideas, both in the original plot and in the current one, kind of come out of nowhere. My favorite random idea at the moment is the enchanted talking crow.

Get-to-Know-the-Writer Ask Game

A: Does writing energize or exhaust you?

B: What’s your writing kryptonite?

C: Do you use your real name or a pseud?

D: Do you tend to write what you want, or what your readers want?

E: What other writers are you friends with?

F: Do you prefer to write stand-alones or series?

G: If you could tell your younger self anything, what would it be?

H: What’s your favorite under-appreciated novel? 

I: What’s your writing spirit animal?

J: How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?

K: How many hours a day do you write? Days per week?

L: How do you select the names of your characters?

M: Are you primarily a writer? Or do you consider it a secondary career?

N: Do you hide secrets/easter eggs in your books?

O: What types of scenes are hardest for you to write?

P: What’s your biggest writing flaw?

Q: Do you have a specific process for writing?

R: What’s your writing set-up like?

S: How long does it take you to finish your first draft?

T: Do you believe in writer’s block?

U: Do you want to be/are you professionally published or self-published?

V: How would you feel if your story turned into a movie?

W: Are you a planner or a pantser? Or somewhere in between?

X: What inspires you as a writer?

Y: Are your characters based off of people you know? Yourself? Or no one at all?

Z: What made you decide to write your story?

[lots2say]

Here's a quick rundown of the conversations I've had with Wesley brown. As you can see, for the few people who seem to think that he's a decent bloke, and I'm somehow making this up, should take the time to read these messages and think again. This is the piece of Human Excrement who took 200 pounds from my Nephew for some Gym equipment. Had no intention of sending the equipment and when my nephew rang him, was then blocked.

Once i got involved he then started grovelling and saying how he was sorry and he would pay back the money. As a show of good will, i the gave this thief an extra month to start paying the money back at 20 pounds a week, and apoligize to my Nephew. He did neither. This is a piece of shit who when his small and tired brain couldn't take the strain of my Vendetta against him, stooped so low as to attack my Wife,and made terrible comments about her being a cancer survivor. What a Fu****g pussie. I've had alot of thumbs up from people over the last couple of weeks. I've had three comments, with people saying they will no longer use this poison Dwarf as their trainer. I've also had three people say that he has ripped them off as well to the tune of £200, £300 and another person at £200, I've also had somebody reply that he is a "well known scam artist".

For anybody who is looking for a personal trainer my strong advice would be to most definitely give this thieving, lying stain on humanity a wide birth. Do not under any circumstances give him your time or money. To anybody stupid enough to be friends with this Coward, it would be wise to explain to him that I've got all the time in the world to continue my Vendettaand, my mission in life is to ruin his business and make as many people as possible know that he is a thief, a liar and a Coward . It's not about the money, it never has been, it's about the principle, and I'm a big believer in principle and doing whats right and this f*** wit has never done the right thing once in his miserably life. Like i said the £200 is no longer the issue, my Nephew can afford the loss, but a lot of people work extremely hard for their money, if by posting this saves somebody from getting ripped of by Wesley Darius Brown who can't afford it then it makes my Vendetta all the more enjoyable and rewarding.

Please share and post far and wide.

Thanks be safe. Nick Harris

Here's a quick rundown of the conversations I've had with Wesley brown. As you can see, for the few people who seem to think that he's a decent bloke, and I'm somehow making this up, should take the time to read these messages and think again. This is the piece of Human Excrement who took 200 pounds from my Nephew for some Gym equipment. Had no intention of sending the equipment and when my nephew rang him, was then blocked.

Once i got involved he then started grovelling and saying how he was sorry and he would pay back the money. As a show of good will, i the gave this thief an extra month to start paying the money back at 20 pounds a week, and apoligize to my Nephew. He did neither. This is a piece of shit who when his small and tired brain couldn't take the strain of my Vendetta against him, stooped so low as to attack my Wife,and made terrible comments about her being a cancer survivor. What a Fu****g pussie. I've had alot of thumbs up from people over the last couple of weeks. I've had three comments, with people saying they will no longer use this poison Dwarf as their trainer. I've also had three people say that he has ripped them off as well to the tune of £200, £300 and another person at £200, I've also had somebody reply that he is a "well known scam artist".

For anybody who is looking for a personal trainer my strong advice would be to most definitely give this thieving, lying stain on humanity a wide birth. Do not under any circumstances give him your time or money. To anybody stupid enough to be friends with this Coward, it would be wise to explain to him that I've got all the time in the world to continue my Vendettaand, my mission in life is to ruin his business and make as many people as possible know that he is a thief, a liar and a Coward . It's not about the money, it never has been, it's about the principle, and I'm a big believer in principle and doing whats right and this f*** wit has never done the right thing once in his miserably life. Like i said the £200 is no longer the issue, my Nephew can afford the loss, but a lot of people work extremely hard for their money, if by posting this saves somebody from getting ripped of by Wesley Darius Brown who can't afford it then it makes my Vendetta all the more enjoyable and rewarding.

Please share and post far and wide.

Thanks be safe. Nick Harris